All In Da Game Playa Dre
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[Intro: Willie Hutch]
Oh, little girl
I feel like we can make it
Ohhh-ohh, oh, little girl
I feel like we can make it
[Verse 1: Playa Dre]
In the game ain't no friends, so you best be by yourself
'Cause once you think you super tight and shit, they run with someone else
All the time they bound to change, smilin' faced n' twisted minds, ain't nobody straight
But I'ma keep my shit equipped for folks who wish to player hate
Never fallin' short when I'm up on my hustle with the clique
I'm drinkin' Thunderbird and smokin' herbs, and goin' from bitch to bitch
Keep my player mode fresh, I'm daily lookin' for a profit
Breakin' bitches, like my daddy said, to make my pockets rockin'
211, stack with dollar signs, ain't no time for love
Niggas be fallin' for bitches and wanna' write records, because they be put on a bud Oh, little girl
They get caught, who fucked the bitch?
Now he the shit, but his pockets broke
Nigga, you done charged the trick
I feel like we can make it
So get back out there on that ho
Make sure, that you do, but take your time and leave her on her back
Take the shit you got from her and flip it out there on the track
Night and day, you stackin' grip, from bitches and them dirty fiends
Players grow into this shit, with they mind up on they cheese
Oh, little girl
I feel like we can make it
Ohhh-ohh, oh, little girl
I feel like we can make it
[Verse 1: Playa Dre]
In the game ain't no friends, so you best be by yourself
'Cause once you think you super tight and shit, they run with someone else
All the time they bound to change, smilin' faced n' twisted minds, ain't nobody straight
But I'ma keep my shit equipped for folks who wish to player hate
Never fallin' short when I'm up on my hustle with the clique
I'm drinkin' Thunderbird and smokin' herbs, and goin' from bitch to bitch
Keep my player mode fresh, I'm daily lookin' for a profit
Breakin' bitches, like my daddy said, to make my pockets rockin'
211, stack with dollar signs, ain't no time for love
Niggas be fallin' for bitches and wanna' write records, because they be put on a bud Oh, little girl
They get caught, who fucked the bitch?
Now he the shit, but his pockets broke
Nigga, you done charged the trick
I feel like we can make it
So get back out there on that ho
Make sure, that you do, but take your time and leave her on her back
Take the shit you got from her and flip it out there on the track
Night and day, you stackin' grip, from bitches and them dirty fiends
Players grow into this shit, with they mind up on they cheese
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